Hi friend,
The body has been on my mind more than ever recently, and not for the usual New Year’s diet-and-exercise reasons. Now that I’m back in treatment, I’m constantly being asked how I am, being poked and prodded and examined, even self-examined. I check in with what I’m feeling and where I’m feeling it. I wake up in the middle of the night with a little catch in my chest—an irregular heartbeat—and scan my body to ensure there’s nothing else.
Prior to my leukemia recurrence, I had a conflicted relationship with my body. I’ve demanded more from it than it could give and expected it to conform to impossible standards, only to be frustrated when it broke down or fell short. Often I viewed it as a burden—weighing me down and holding me back.
All that has changed. I started another round of chemo just before New Year’s, in preparation for my bone marrow transplant sometime in February, and it’s been a hard go—I’ve spent the last eight days in bed. Today was the first day I woke up without pain. As I descended the stairs, I didn’t have to lean on the banister; I could walk almost normally. I found myself saying, “Thank you, legs. Thank you, feet.” What I felt for them bordered on reverence.
I’ve been humbled into a real respect and a newfound appreciation for all we ask of the body, all it helps us endure. Right now, because I am so vulnerable, I can’t afford to beat it down. I need to believe that it will ward off the infections that inevitably will arrive, that it will tolerate the chemo, that it’s going to be hospitable to my brother's bone marrow. It’s now that my body is at its most vulnerable, I am seeing its strength.
Today we have a prompt on the body—on how we fight with it and how we might make peace with it—from my sweet friend, the writer and editor Natasha Yglesias. In this season rife with toxic messaging around body image, I hope it offers a reprieve.
Sending love,
Suleika
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177. Body Love/Body Hate by Natasha Yglesias
I don’t know a single person who doesn’t have a complicated relationship with their body, or who hasn’t been taught to dislike certain parts of it. In this way, dissatisfaction with our image and self-criticism are some of our most unifying commonalities. My own complicated self-image is so often my focus that many of my short stories were actually born from moments of frustration, sadness, or longing about my body. It was only once I began facing what made me insecure that I was able to learn more about these insecurities, and unearth their roots.
Now when I create characters, I often find myself starting with the body, and I often pull from my own bodily insecurities as inspiration. Does the character have flat feet or a downturned mouth? What are their hands always reaching for? How does gravity affect them? Have traces from their environment made themselves known on their skin or under their nails? Do they constantly pull at their clothes? What is their posture like?
While these moments of bodily consideration haven’t exorcised the pain and toxicity from my self-view, they’ve given me the power to name and explore my discomfort more fully. They’ve illuminated how my relationship to my body affects the way I move and exist in the world, the way I connect with others, and my expectations for intimacy and acceptance. This learning and unlearning about my body has helped me understand myself and others better, which only enhances my writing and strengthens my character creation.
Your prompt for the week:
Write about discomfort or bitterness you’ve felt about your body. Don’t be afraid to name it, to acknowledge its presence, and to try to discover its roots. Explore how your relationship to your body affects the way you move through the world and how it informs your relationship with others.
Bonus prompt:
Take what you’ve learned and build a fictional character inspired by these findings. Try to view them as removed from you as possible. How do they exist in their world? How do they relate to others?
Today’s Contributor
Natasha Yglesias is a writer and editor based in Northern California. A graduate of the Bennington Writing Seminars, her fiction has appeared in Third Point Press, Waypoints Magazine, Lockjaw Magazine, and elsewhere. She’s currently a fiction submissions reader for Post Road Magazine and The Line Literary Review. She’s on Twitter as @TashaYglesias.
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Dear Suleika, I read your book earlier this year, given to me by my therapist who is treating me through post BMT. I was diagnosed with AML last March and I too had my transplant with my one and only, younger brother's stem cells. Chemo prior to transplant and chemo, radiation and the transplant have been a very rough ride for me. I was devastated to learn that the disease was back for you. I could put myself in your position and just was so sad. But from reading your book, I know that you have strong will which leads to all the courage and strength that you somehow manage to dig up from within, to carry you through all the too many bad moments, hours and days. About two months after transplant and no where in the clear of feeling ok, I too had the same sentiment about my body that you are expressing today as the inspiration for this prompt. Our society is hell bent on this "perfect" body type but the perfect body type is the one that carries you through all the things this life throws its way. Whether it is an illness of some sort or just the day to day grind, or physical activities that push you to and beyond your limits. We, as a society, should move towards this outlook of our bodies where we stop focusing on the shape, size, appearance of it and celebrate how it endures, compromises, complies with what we ask it to do. Then we will always be grateful for the many days, which lead to days that our body has carried us through so that we can live, love and enjoy the gifts this life has in store for us. Thank you always for sharing with us. I, along with the world, am praying for your smooth, successful journey out of this difficult time. Hoping this time around is a shorter duration for you.
I just want to thank you for helping me to reframe the way I see and relate to my body. I am currently struggling with end stage anorexia nervosa and palliating at home. I spent years starving myself as a means of coping with trauma and other mental health issues and now my body has told me “enough!” Ironically, it is happening at a time when my will to live is so strong so I am praying for a miracle and reading your memoir and these newsletters is one of my main motivating tools for keeping my head focusing on a hopeful, healthy future for myself.
I feel so blessed to have found you and I really hope that you heal up soon and don’t have to suffer too much longer. You bring so much hope and joy and inspiration to me Suleika and one of my future dreams is to come meet you in person at a book signing because of how much your words and story have changed my whole outlook on life and my relationship to my body.
Thank you thank you a million times thank you 🙏